Daily Reflection with Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes



Dear Friends: Praying is not easy. Our daily routine calls for our full attention. And the world around us puts little value on prayer; our lives are full of material things but at the same time are getting emptier in God’s value.

For this reason, I will post a daily reflection and as you visit this site may the Holy Spirit within you come to your aid and guide you gently to the God who loves you
.


Monday, December 30, 2013

Just Mustard Seed??

Just a mustard seed, you said
just a mustard seed of faith to remove
the mountain of doubts and difficulties
which beset our often frail existence.
We readily confess, Lord Jesus
that there are times when we reach out
seemingly in vain for that mustard seed.
And yet, if we did but think for a moment
in that very act of reaching out we reveal the presence
of the very seed that we seek.
Lord Jesus we have faith in your power to heal
but lack the self-confidence to ask.
We have faith in your ability to mend broken hearts
but lack the experience in our own lives.
We have faith in your power to bring wholeness
into lives that are incomplete
but hesitate to trouble you with our prayers.
We are like children, Lord Jesus standing here in awe of your power and love
afraid to ask that which we know is possible because we are afraid
of the consequences of our asking.
Lord Jesus, accept the mustard seed that we hold out to you, hearts outstretched.
Take it and the prayers that we offer and grant us the grace to accept
that our prayers are heard and answered at the moment of asking
by a God who knows our own incompleteness and is working to make us whole.

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Monday, December 23, 2013

A Small White Envelope

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.
It all began because my husband hated Christmas – oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it: overspending; the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma; the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.
Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for him. The inspiration came in an unusual way.
Our son, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. And shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s earsIt was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.
My husband, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.”He loved kids – all kids – and he knew them, having coached little league, football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came.
That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling my husband what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition – one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and one.
The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.
As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn’t end there.
You see, we lost my husband last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyes anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope.
my husband's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

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Monday, December 16, 2013

Psalm 107:19-21

Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress; he sent out his word and healed them, and delivered them from destruction. Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wonderful works to humankind.

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Monday, December 9, 2013

Have you Thank God Today?

If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won't survive the week.

If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world.


If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world.

If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare,
especially in the United States
.
If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,

you are blessed because you can
offer God's healing touch.

If you can read this message,you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.

You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.

This blessing will only keep working if it is continuously passed around. If you are a recipient of a blessing, keep the blessing working by being the source of blessing to other people.


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Monday, December 2, 2013

THE DOLL AND
THE WHITE ROSE

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department.
Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys and wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for.I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things, and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit, I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It's the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is. I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her."I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She was gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Mamma is going to have to go be with her."My heart nearly stopped beating.
Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store. He said, "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me, but Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?" He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be enough." So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.
Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money." Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister, and he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma. She loves white roses so very, very much."
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later, I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Thank you /Gracias

(Español abajo)
To each and every one of you I thank you so much for all your best wishes, prayers and birthday messages that I have received on  my 3 Facebook Accounts, 3 Sonico Accounts, 3 Plaxo Accounts, My Space, Youtube, Linkedin, Twitter, Hi5, PoDomatic, migente,  and regular emails
I was Overwhelmed with your messages and I am so deeply touched. I thank God for your friendship and for allowing me to reach your homes with my blogs,  reflections and prayers. 
I m blessed to have friends like you, my "Cyber Family".
I have read eac message and email , and I feel  so humble to have such a great FAMILY like you, my friends,
specially now, since I have my family far away in Spain, reading your messages made me feel less alone. Thank you and God bless you all.

GRACIAS:
Mil gracias a todos ustedes que me han enviado su felicitación y sus mejores deseos con motivo de mi cumpleaños, les agradezco profundamente su cariño, su apoyo y su respeto. Trate de dar respuesta uno a uno a todos ustedes, pero hasta el momento en que estoy redactando esta nota me es IMPOSIBLE, porque tengo  3 Facebooks, 3 Sonicos, 3 Plaxos, Hi5, MySpace, Linkedin, Youtube, Twitter, Podomatic, MiGente, y mis correos regulares
Solo les pido sus oraciones y gracias por permitirme llegar a  sus hogares por medio de mis reflexiones, columnas, oraciones etc.
Con sus saludos, cariño y respeto me demuestran cuan cierto es aquello que leemos en el evangelio: aquel que deja familia por anunciar el evangelio, recibirá ciento por uno ya en esta tierra.
Ustedes son mi familia, mis amigos, mi ciento por uno, y en este día que celebro un año más de mi vida han estado junto a mí. 
Gracias infinitas y que el buen Dios les recompense como ustedes se merecen. De Nuevo un gracias sincero y humilde.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Thanksgiving Day Prayer

Lord, so often times, as any other day
When we sit down to our meal and pray

We hurry along and make fast the blessing
Thanks, amen. Now please pass the dressing

We're slaves to the olfactory overload
We must rush our prayer before the food gets cold

But Lord, I'd like to take a few minute more
To really give thanks to what I'm thankful for

For my family, my health, a nice soft bed
My friends, my freedom, a roof over my head

I'm thankful right now to be surrounded by those
Whose lives touch me more than they'll ever possibly know

Thankful Lord, that You've blessed me beyond measure
Thankful that in my heart lives life's greatest treasure

That You, dear Jesus, reside in that place
And I'm ever so grateful for Your unending grace

So please, heavenly Father, bless this food You've provided
And bless each and every person invited

Amen!

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes

Monday, November 25, 2013

A Blessing for Friends

Gracious God, I ask your blessing on all my friends who have given of their own heart and soul to deepen and strengthen my own. 
I pray especially for those who have walked alongside me when I have not been a faithful friend myself. 
When I feel alone, remind me that my friends are one your greatest gifts of grace to me. Let me be to them what they are to me. I ask this for the sake of your love. Amen.

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Monday, November 18, 2013

Father, take this Anger off me..

Gracious God, sometimes anger seems so near to the surface of my life. An unwelcome word, the remembrance of a past hurt, a disappointment I had not expected can make my emotions swirl with the force of a small cyclone. Sometimes my heart feels hot, my nerves feel edgy, my mind feels like lit dynamite. And sometimes, I just turn silent, go inward, cut myself off from anything and anyone that could ease the throbbing inside. I hold on to my anger, as if to let it go would render the reason for my anger meaningless. I pray that your great love will burn away my anger and leave me settled in the cool breeze of your presence. Help me let go, not only of the anger, but of what made me angry in the first place. Let me breathe deep the wonder and peace of love. Amen.

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Monday, November 11, 2013

I want to Love my friends

Almighty God, whose love has sent his son into the world to be our light of perfect love, please grant me the best of your gifts, the power to win love.
Fill my heart with love for others, that it may draw love unto itself. Set me free from selfish cares, that I may have time and thoughts for them. Bless me, that I receive love by the loving service that I give.

Grant to me a kindly disposition, and the graces of both mind and body, that win love. Let me always remember that self-seeking drives love away, and keep me from jealousy that destroys it.

Hear my prayer, my Lord.

Amen.

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Monday, November 4, 2013

Lord, Give me Hope

Dear Lord God, my heavenly Father, I beg you to grant me the gift of hope. My life is dark and full of sorrow. There seems nothing to look forward to but sadness.
Show me that life has duties and many pleasures still waiting for me. Revive within me the desire to live.

Plant hope in my heart, that despair may vanish as the dew before the sun. I know all good things come from you, and you have promised to give them to your children who try to serve you.

Let the hope of happiness in the world, come to brighten my way.

I ask this in Jesus' name.

Amen.

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Monday, October 28, 2013

I Pray for Endurance

AlmightyGod, who has given me the wish to do right and helped me to do your service, strengthen me to persevere. Give me the endurance to serve you, and perform my duties.
When I am weary in well-doing, remind me that the ways of sin are pathways to destruction. Do not let me, in a moment of weakness, lose all that I have gained.

In the darkness of discouragement, give me the light of your presence. Help me to endure as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

You have said that whoever endures to the end, shall be saved. Do not let me fall from your grace.

I ask for Jesus' sake.

Amen.
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Monday, October 21, 2013

Lord, Give me Courage

Almighty God, who gives strength to the weak and upholds those who might fall, give me courage to do what is right, for those that trust in you have no need to fear.
Make be brave to face any danger which may now threaten me. Give me the help that you have promised to those who ask it, that I may overcome my fears and go bravely forward.

Fill me with courage, that nothing which is my duty to do, may be too hard for me. Let me put my trust in your power and goodness.

Thank you my Lord.

Amen.

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Monday, October 14, 2013

Dear Father in Heaven

Dear Father in Heaven, who is the God of all comfort, pour into my heart your peace and strength. The storms of life have over taken me. I am beaten down and utterly discouraged.
My soul faints within me. My sorrow is greater than I can bear. I am too weak for the burden laid upon me. I pray to you dear God, send me the comfort of your help.

Please dear God, bring peace to my soul. Comfort me as whom a parent comforts, and hold me in your arms of mercy.

Thank you my Lord.

Amen.
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

A Cry from my cell!!

I tell you my friend, it’s like being dead.
 It feels like being a ghost, that breaths and feels, or maybe I am dead alive?
The days float or go by unnoticed, the sun, I am cut off from its warmth, light and all feeling. Sometimes I feel like I am in a coffin buried alive , I can hear myself screaming inside my head, but no one can hear me, nobody does. 
Yeah, it was not really alarming at first, but then, I noticed that my surroundings took on a different tone at certain times: the shadows of nightfall seemed more somber, my mornings were like any other time of the day. 
Time goes by, but I do not feel it, I am numb.

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Monday, October 7, 2013

Prayer for Forgiveness

Today, Creator, grant me the courage and the will to forgive the people I love the most. Help me to forgive every injustice I feel in my mind, and to love other people unconditionally. I know the only way to heal all the pain in my heart is through forgiveness.
Today, Creator, strengthen my will to forgive anyone who has hurt me, even if I believe the offense is unforgivable. I know that forgiveness is an act of self-love. Help me to love myself so much that I forgive every offense. Let me choose forgiveness because I don’t want to suffer every time I remember the offense.
Today, Creator, help me to heal all the guilt in my heart by accepting the forgiveness of everyone I have hurt in my life. Help me to sincerely recognize the mistakes I have made out of ignorance, and give me the wisdom and determination to refrain from making the same mistakes. I know that love and forgiveness will transform every relationship in the most positive way.
Thank you, Creator, for giving me the capacity to love and forgive. Today I open my heart to love and forgiveness, so that I can share my love without fear. Today I will enjoy a reunion with the people I love most. Amen.

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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

I love You!!!

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear,
Cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom,
The wife was struck with the pain of learning
That sometimes there isn't "anymore."
No more hugs,
No more special moments to celebrate together,
No more phone calls just to chat,
No more "just one minute."

Sometimes, what we care about the most
Gets all used up and goes away,
Never to return before we can say good-bye,
Say "I love you."

So while we have it,
it's best we love it,
Care for it,
Fix it when it's broken and
Heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage ...
And old cars,
And children with bad report cards,
And dogs with bad hips,
Family and aging parents and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it .....
Because we are worth it.

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce.
There are just some things that make us happy,
No matter what.

Life is important.
We only have one.
We only have one mom, one dad,
One unique brother or sister or friend.
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way.
Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it,
If you feel that way.

Suppose one morning you never wake up.
Do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking....I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling
Or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends and family know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back,
You would be amazed at what those three little words
And a smile can do.

And just in case GOD calls me home . . .

I LOVE YA !
:-)

Live today to the fullest
Because tomorrow is not promised.

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Monday, September 30, 2013

Biblingual Mass Next October 4, 2013

Dear Friends, Last Saturday, September
7, I went to Jail to celebrate mass and hear confession, and to my surprise, I have received several complaints from the English Speaking Inmates. 
And they are right, absolutely right, since on Friday September 6, at St. Columba Parish, we had our First Mass to pray their Friends and Families and all were welcome to participate, but mass was said only in Spanish. 
It totally slipped out of my mind, and yes, Deacon Granda and I, we do have and also serve the English Speaking inmates to whom we bring bibles and other reading materials.
My greatest apologies to them and their Families, but our next mass in October 4, at 7 Pm will be bilingual, this way, we will not be excluding anyone that wants to come and pray with us for our “Friends who are behind bars”. 
 Fr. Tomas
Queridos amigos
El sábado 7, como todos los sábados, fui a la cárcel para celebrar la santa misa y brindar el sacramento de la confesión para aquellos que lo solicitan. 
Para mi sorpresa recibí bastantes quejas de encarcelados de habla inglesa. 
Y, a no dudarlo, eran ciertas sus quejas.
El viernes 6 en la Parroquia de San Columba tuvimos nuestra misa de primer viernes, la cual por primera vez tenía una intención especial: rezar por nuestros hermanos presos y por sus familias. 
Pero, cometimos el error de celebrarla y anunciarla tan solo en español. Se nos olvidó tanto al diácono Miguel Granda como a mí que también nuestros hermanos presos de habla inglesa sufren y tienen familia que, igualmente, sufre. 
 Les presento mis más sinceras disculpas y les prometo que, de ahora en adelante, las misas de los primeros viernes en la Parroquia de San Columba serán bilingües y tendrán una intención especial: los presos y sus familiares. El próximo primer viernes es el 4 de octubre, festividad de San Francisco, y a las 7 de la tarde nos reuniremos para orar juntos, compartir juntos, sanarnos juntos y rogar al Señor por nuestros hermanos privados de libertad y sus seres queridos. 
Les espero. 
Padre Tomas

GOD, JESUS AND ME

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the Surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be O.K.? When can I see him?"The Surgeon said, "I'm sorry, we did all we could." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't GOD care any more? GOD, where were you when my son needed you?"The Surgeon said, "One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes to let you spend time with your son's remains before it's transported to the university." Sally asked that the nurse stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
Sally ran her fingers through his thick red curly hair. The nurse said, "Would you like a lock of his hair?" Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of his hair and put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else," and that is what he wanted.
I said no at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy to be able to spend one more day with his mother." Sally said, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold, always thinking of someone else and always wanting to help others if he could."Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last time now after spending most of the last 6 months there. She sat the bag with Jimmy's things in it on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was hard and it was even harder to go into an empty house.
She took the bag to Jimmy's room and started placing the model cars and things back in his room exactly where he always kept them. She laid down across his bed and cried herself to sleep holding his pillow.
Sally woke up about midnight, and laying beside her on the bed was a letter folded up. She opened the letter and it said:
Dear Mom,
I know your going to miss me, but don't think that I will ever forget you or stop loving you because I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I'll think of you every day mom, and I'll love you even more each day. Some day we will see each other again.
If you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, he can have my room and my old stuff to play with. If you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things as us boys do, so you will have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like.
Don't be sad when you think about me. This is really a great place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything here. The angels are so friendly and I love to watch them fly.
Jesus doesn't look like any of the pictures I saw of Him, but I knew it was Him as soon as I saw Him. He took me to see GOD! And guess what mom? I got to sit on GOD'S knee and talk to Him like I was somebody important. I told GOD that I wanted to write you a letter and tell you good-bye and everything, but I knew that wasn't allowed.

God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter with. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel that is going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him about -- where was He when I needed him? God said, "The same place He was when Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. "
Oh, by the way Mom, nobody else can see what is written on this paper but you. To everyone else, it looks like a blank piece of paper.
I have to give God His pen back now. He has some more names to write in the Book Of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for Supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
I almost forgot to let you know -- Now I don't hurt anymore and the cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore. And God couldn't stand to see me suffer the pain either, so He sent The Angel of Mercy to get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
Signed with love from:
God, Jesus and Me
- AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Caller ID

On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone. 
 The pastor let the phone ring many times.
He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes
When he tried again she answered right away. 
He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. 
They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways.. 
 The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. 
The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man said, 'It rang and rang, but I didn't answer.' 
The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife. 
The man said, 'that’s, OK. Let me tell you my story. 
 You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. 
I was afraid to answer!'.  The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from 'Almighty God' is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!
 God bless! READ EACH SENTENCE SLOWLY AND THINK ABOUT IT.
 Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. 
 BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us. When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there. Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.


Rev. Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Descubriendo El SIglo XXI
330 West 38 Street Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
212-244-4778
www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com

Monday, September 23, 2013

GOD'S UNDER THE BED

My brother Tomas thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed." I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.
Tomas unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Tomas lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6'2"), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7 year old, and he always will.
He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.I remember wondering if Tomas realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, returning to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry days, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05 eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays -- oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my dad takes Tomas to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Tomas shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
I don't think Tomas knows anything exists outside his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth or power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. He recognizes no differences in people, treating each person as an equal and a friend. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Tomas is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Tomas knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others.
His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Tomas is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere.And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Tomas seems to know God -- to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Tomas has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap -- I am. My obligations, my fears, my pride, my circumstances -- they all become disabilities when I do not submit them to Christ.
Who knows if Tomas comprehends things I can never learn?
After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of the Lord. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Tomas won't be surprised at all. - AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Prayer for my Parents

Almighty and most merciful God, who in Thy infinite goodness hast committed us unto the charge of loving parents, who are to watch over us and provide for all our wants of body and soul, we pray Thee, protect and prolong their life, that we may continue to enjoy their loving care, and strengthen us that as obedient children we may be subject to their will and hold them in love and esteem; through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Amen.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

THE DARK CANDLE

A man had a little daughter--an only and much beloved child. He lived only for her, she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health.
His best efforts proved fruitless, however, and the child died.
The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends, refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self.
Then one night he had a dream.
He was in heaven and witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed, angelic tot carried a candle. He noticed, however, that one child's candle was not lit. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl.
Rushing towards her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and asked, "How that is your candle is the only one not lit?" "Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out again," she said. Just then he awoke from from his dream.
The lesson was crystal clear, and it's effects were immediate. From that hour on he was no longer a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates.
No longer would his little darling's candle be extinguished by his useless tears.

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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

How we criticized our priests

It is so difficult lo live with criticisms:
If the priest is good looking: Why didn’t he marry?
If he is unattractive:
He did not find anyone to marry!If it wears civilian clothes: he is a worldly one.
If it wears his clerical suit: he is a traditionalistic conservative.
If He does not treat to people with affection: He radiates coldness!
If he treats you nice with a smile:
Careful, he has doubtful intentions!.If he has long hair: oh, these revolutionary priests!If he has short hair: HOW old fashioned!
If he remains in the parochial house: he does not visit the families.
If he starts making some visits:
oh, he’s never in the parish!If he starts doing some Repairs: he’s throwing money out of the window.If he does not do it: he has everything abandoned
If he celebrates baptisms and marriages to ALL:
He is not following the sacramentsIf He insists on the previous preparation: oh, he makes it so difficult for people.
If he has parochial advisers:
He lets others run his lifeIf it does not have parochial advisers: he is an individualist!

If he restores anything at the parish:
what came over him now?If he makes no changes: He never does anything at this parish!If his Homily takes over 20 minutes: He’s like a radio station, will never finish speaking!
If his homily is brief: he does not explain the things well.
If it speaks with strong voice: he yells too much!
If he does in natural tone:
oh he can’t talk!If he touches social problems: he’s getting into politics.
If he speaks of Devotion & commitment:
He’s old fashioned, get rid of him!!If he walks alone: he’s a hermit and keeps to himself
If he walks with men:
aha, I think he likes men, maybe he's gay?If he walks with women: aha, bet he’s in love and soon he’ll leave the church or who knows ! ! !
If he is young:
he has no experience, I will not listen to him! ! !If he is old: He should retire or move to a senior's home already!
But… if he goes away or dies: Oh he is really irreplaceable!




Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes

Monday, September 9, 2013

Surprise

Sometimes heaven catches up with us
and we don't even hear the angels sing.
A surprise can wait around the next corner
and we didn't even hear the bells ring.
Everyone gets lucky once in a while,
hits that old jackpot and wins.
Sooner or later the sun comes out
and peeks through the fog as it thins.
Sometimes we get so used to losing,
we think the pattern cannot be changed
but everyone has their time of glory
when the usual is rearranged.

Fate has a way of sneaking up on us,
catching us completely unaware,
sprinkling stardust in our eyes
and moonbeams in our hair.
When we look in the face of true love,
something happens to our heart.
Suddenly we're a new person
as the seeds of love get their start.

It doesn't mean we'll never find it
just because it eluded us in the past.
We must always remember,
sometimes God saves the best 'til last.


Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715
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